A Date With Chutney

At this time of the day after work at 6pm, I would be at home and would have whipped up a quick meal for Josiah and myself. This time, I thought it might be special if I had Chutney dine with me at the table. We had a kangaroo meal (diced), except mine was a little fancier with tomato cherries and salad with cracked pepper. His was raw meat, the way he loves his “cooked” (yup, right!).

I knew he was secretly eyeing my meal, and had tried to come close to my food but just one time saying “no” and he listened to me right away, watching me eat from across the table.

We had deep conversations about life – well yes, mostly one-sided. Me ranting about how Josiah’s away in the U.S. now after his Colombia race last two weeks. Yes, I haven’t seen Josiah for two weeks now and another three weeks more to go. This isn’t too bad compared to those days when he used to race the keirin in Japan for 5 months at a time, two years consecutively. But, today I’m feeling somewhat melancholic, really not used to Josiah not being around. You see the pattern too, when I’m not with my hubby, I have more time to blog. It makes perfect sense.

It’s just the bengal cat and myself for now. He told me his day was easy, albeit a little lonely. He’s lost his “mau-sie” yet again in some corner of the house. Otherwise, apparently the kanga meat was yummy, “Eow!”